My elder son's wedding Part 2

THE ROKA

At the very outset, let me assure you that the entire story is the truth and nothing but the truth, so help me God      🙂

Honest!!!  Even though I have fertile imagination, I could not have invented this.  You have to admit this is vintage blogging material.      🙂

I knew DIL as one of Kid#1’s group of friends, no surprises there …. so had no problems with the match.  I suppose her parents thought likewise.  Things progressed fast.  I discovered that Kid#1 could be quite obedient, provided I routed my demands through DIL, and so made hay while the sun shone.  Many life changing decisions were reached thanks to the good offices of DIL.  Then came the Roka …. the initial pooja held to declare the intent to marry so to speak.  I was in favour of a long engagement, her parents wanted a formal declaration.  Since I could empathise with their point of view  (they are the ladki vale) – we had the ROKA.

The day dawned bright and clear.  I sent both the boys to get their hair cuts, get the handy cam organised etc etc while I got busy with the millions of things parents of a groom have to do at the last minute.  I have outlived my immediate family so had invited my mother’s sister and husband as family for the ceremony.  It was terribly hot that day.  August normally is not so hot.  We had to reach DIL’s maika at 7 p.m.  I normally dont wear saris or make up.  So whenever the occaision demands, I go to a beauty parlour to dress up.  It is easy and they do a better job than I ever could.  By 5 p.m. I had left for the parlour, the plan being that Kid#2 would go with my uncle and aunt to DIL’s maika which is 5 minutes from our place, and Kid#1 and I would follow by 7 pm.  It started raining by 6 p.m.  By 6.30 p.m. it was a deluge.  Somehow Kid#1 who was looking very very handsome in his fine suit, and I (much bedecked in saree and jewellery) got into the car and we started driving down to DIL’s home.   We looked at the watch, it was 7 p.m. and we were out of petrol.  We started driving to the petrol pump, which was almost impossible …. since all the roads were flooded.  Somehow we persevered, all the while blaming each other for the lapse in judgement.  Dammit we should have filled the tank a day earlier.  Then things started getting really interesting.

1. We had almost reached the petrol pump, when the car got waterlogged and died out.

2. The entire city’s power supply went.

3. While we were wondering what to do, a truck drove very close to our car and waves of water flowed in from beneath the car floor wetting the skirt of my saree and my sandals and Kid#1’s very fine trousers and shoes.

4. Both of us stopped fighting and looked at each other speechless.  Then we started looking for plan no. 2.

5. Kid#1 decided that he would push the car while I would try to start it.

6. It was 8 p.m.

7.  We tried to start the car, we really really did …. but the car had decided that there would be no Roka I guess.  It refused.  By this time all the roads were littered with dead cars.  It became impossible to push start the car – there was no space. 

8. Kid#1’s fine suit looked like a rag, I was sitting inside the car with my saree hitched above my knees and sandals on the dashboard.  My make-up and hairdo …… what make up and hairdo?????

9. It was 9.15 p.m.

10. Kid #1 gave up and came and sat down in the car, sweating profusely.  I gave him a tissue and while he was wiping his face my foot-in-mouthitis kicked in and I said “Chala Murari Hero Ban Ne”.  He glared and said icily, “Not Funny!” and I tried (I swear I did) not to laugh.

11. It was 9.30 p.m.  The rain was down to a drizzle.  DIL’s father and brother came looking for their dulha and rescued us.

12. We ditched the car and went to their home in their car ….. and Kid#1 had his roka in his brother-in-law’s kurta pajama and I graced the ceremony in a dripping wet saree.

Ah well …. just another normal day in our insane life …………

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18 thoughts on “My elder son's wedding Part 2

  1. ha ha ha 🙂 i swear i tried my level best not to laugh too 🙂 🙂 poor guy and just imagine what be going on in the girls and parents mind at that time… it would actually interesting to hear their version too

  2. @Monika, DIL’s the youngest in her maika … and her elder siblings had a field day with the line “Chala Murari…..” plus it was good material to rag their kid sister with. The two of them havent lived it down yet … and its two years (almost) since their wedding 🙂

    Thanks CP for dropping by

  3. Hahahaha.. this just keeps getting better hai na??LOL and the funniest was Chala murari.. I could actually see him saying NOT funny!!LOL through gritted teeth!!
    BTW,are u in the NY or Toronto area?I dunno if I read it somewhere or just feel that way

  4. No Trish, I am in Faridabad, which is very close to Delhi. That Roka was just awesome, and I keep telling them that now that they have set the standards, they have to top it 🙂

  5. Bugzie, my sweet child, if you were here that day you wd have been waist-deep in dirty water, pushing the car …. so thank your lucky stars!!!

  6. You inspire me once again.
    Btw this roka day was in the life and times of the Mobile fones, wasnt it?

    It happened 2.5 years ago – very much in the era of mobile phones …. which kept ringing frantically every 2 mins – Kid#2, Father of the bride, all of em kept ringing up – point was they knew where we were – but we were stranded and they could not reach us or vice versa

  7. Hi there!
    superb blog 🙂 first time reader but already glued on to read some more posts of urs.. a DIL myself, cant tell you what an assurance it is to see interesting nice MIL’s out there, n u have a big funny bone to make it better. can i blog roll u?

    I am honoured Tara. Thanks for the appreciation

  8. First time here. Done with the daily dose of humour I need. This is too gud. Wonder what the bride n groom were gng thru all the while 😛

    LOL, they just were relieved that the Roka actually happened

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